Tortured Tongues

It’s bad times all year ’round in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where the castrated legions that makeup the by-product known as Tortured Tongues reside. The tar-like muck that licked your face endlessly for days upon the debut of their self-released 7″ in 2009 has crawled out from those toenails once again and has brought the prime slime right up to the front, where it’s always belonged. Churning dawn-of-the-century Clone Defects slobberism, schitzo Screamers scuzz, along with Bobby Soxx-soaked backwash, this is one Puritan-polluting problem we can fully stand behind here, as Tortured Tongues will be a very hard stain to wash out. Three full-charge scum punk wonders gracefully degrade this EP over the two sides, with the rusty-gutting, strangulated delivery oozing out of all the facial wounds of your miserable existence, this record might just be the “end of that rope” people are always referring to.